Happy families are like platypuses. Adam is aware that they exist, he's seen enough pictures that he has to believe it, but the strangeness and impossibility of them are still undeniable. And, of course, he hasn't seen any in real life. Maybe Blue's family. Maybe. But everyone here is happy, even when they're sulking, and no one looks about to erupt into anger or violence.

So he assumes this is an idealized dream, not a true representation of Sam's real family. Still, it's nice. Pleasant. A good dream, and he would prefer not to ruin it. He's a guest here - both at the table and within someone else's dream, because by now Adam knows how this all works - and he ought to play along.

It's a relief, at least, that there doesn't seem to be darkness lurking around the edges. It's not a nightmare, at least not yet.

Adam politely takes a roll, and equally politely speaks.

"Could you pass the butter?"